This is a poem joust of thirty three days
Not years, started with a dare in jest
By the same man who made her
Write 84 poems in a poetic
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I know you feel it, too, every time you write a poem. Thank you for the visit. :)
I must call it a feat at a time when spirits start sinking. It takes a lot of moral strength to come to terms with the present to find one's moorings and to rebuild everything afresh. Thanks for sharing. Nothing seems / Bright in the horizon / then comes A fish, silvery and frisky, shaking its head, a poem
Yes, indeed but then, I didn't know anything but that I must survive. Thank you for the illumination. :)